WEEK 1

[strangerpeople]

WEEK 1

[Awaken.

Fifteen strangers have been gathered to the Depths.

When the strangers awaken, they will feel nauseous in their stomachs. No doubt confused. Maybe a little sick, Perhaps, even terrified. And certainly, there is a good reason for it - they are not where they were before. If they had powers back where they came from, they seem to be all gone. And it appears that someone has left...guidelines for them. All of them addressed to a specific Title.

Their Title. Somehow, each person knows, upon seeing this, this is their Title, even if it seems to make no sense whatsoever. And its clear that whoever wrote these things knew it as well. Who was it?

Its uncertain. So far, there seems to be no one else save for them, and those who dare to venture out of their rooms - save, for some reason, the individuals in rooms 1, 8 and 7 - in this hot and stuffy place. No...'intercessor' to be seen yet, certainly. No outward signs that there's anyone else aside from the people with 'Titles'.


So, Titled: welcome.

There are fifteen strangers in this place.]

Comments

[lightnen]

[ Listening to Maglor felt like he was listening to some kind of fantasy tale, drawing him in with the unique names he wasn't acquainted with and the hints of his past that kinda made him curious. There's so many things he wants to ask about but knows there's a time and place for some of those things.

Mainly tying into what he'd asked before since it seemed kinda important. ]

The Silvan? I take it that like humans, there's different races of Elves too?

[ Nodding in acknowledgment of the older man's thanks, it was moreso the words that followed that had him blinking a couple times before looking away. A soft hint of pink on his cheeks telling of the subtle embarrassment he felt from someone saying something so nice about him. ]

I... It's nothing like that. I just didn't want you feeling like you had to keep it all bottled up, since you seem like you got a lot probably on your mind and such.

[ In other words he's just kinda flustered, honestly. ]

[bythewaves]

There are - or ... well, I suppose it might be better to say different... tribes?

[ Maglor looks thoughtful ]

We are all still elves, after all. Still kin. There are several ways you can divide us - the oldest is into three - the Minyar, Tatyar and Nelyar. From one or more of those three tribes are all of us descended now. But there is another division - in the beginning, our forefathers were offered the choice and chance to leave the lands of our awakening and seek the safety of Valinor. Many went, but not all. And so the new division is between those who stayed - the Avari or the Moriquendi, the Faithful, as they call themselves, those who loved the land too much to leave, and those like my grandfather. We are the Amanyar or the Calaquendi, although most call us Eldar, for we are those who learnt at the feet of the Powers in their own lands and who carry their Light in our eyes. The three tribes in Aman are now Vanyar, Noldor and Teleri - I am Noldor. And those who remained mostly identify as either Sindar and Silvan, although there are those even more remote tribes than that such as the Green Elves of Ossiriand.

[ He smiles at Killua ]

It might have seemed nothing to you, but to an old elf like me, any kindness is a blessing, and that you can find it in yourself to reach out despite what has been done to you speaks very well of you.